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Fialar was a quite gentleman compared to his violent first impression. Although his voice was hoarse and very loud. He emphasized it several times along the way.

“Again, I had no intention of fighting you from the beginning.”

“Yet, you approached me with such a wild force?”

“..well, there was a bit of a misunderstanding.”

Fialar said he didn’t think Ivan would swing his sword first before he even spoke properly, he murmured a little, then smiled and added.

“But in a way, you’re more like a Norse warrior than anyone else. Recently, many people have lost their Norse mind.”

“I have no intention to act like a Norse warrior.”

“That’s what you think? Then, it comes naturally. I see.”

He shook his head with a bitter expression.

“Most of them now want to be plotters rather than warriors. That’s the result of so-called ‘civilization’ in the continent.”

Continental people consider Norsemen as ignorant and violent savages, but do they really have the right to say that? Was it ‘civilization’ to swing a sword from the back instead of from the front?

Fialar spoke his words about it, mixing deep contempt and anger. Those who were not Norse, seemed to have suffered quite a bit from what they called Continental.

Racism, ethnic discrimination, gender discrimination, class discrimination, rich and poor discrimination.

Compared to the previous world, in this damned land, such discrimination is more blatant. The concept of human rights was an ideal word for scholars, and it was not applied at all in reality. The world was accustomed to define one’s identity by discriminating against others.

Ivan, too, was treated very badly before he had built up some power and fame. Even now, there was an atmosphere of implicit disdain for him. Even if they can’t speak openly because they’re afraid of his sword.

He snorted inwardly as he looked back on the hard years of the past.

‘But it’s the same with the Norse.’

Norsemen didn’t welcome him. Whether you wield an ax from the front or stab someone with a knife from the back, it’s the same thing. After all, except for the emotional aspect, a bastard is a bastard.

The biggest source of money for Norsemen was plundering. They roam around in hordes to loot, or they became mercenaries elsewhere.

In fact, with the exception of some reliable mercenaries, mercenaries were no different from plunderer in the end. Even the nobles of the so-called civilized continent said it was the victor’s right and proudly raped, looted, and set fire to it.

‘I suddenly miss Delfino. He was one of the few people I’ve ever met.’

Ivan nodded his head, saying that he sympathized with Fialar as he thought about it.

“Civilized people are more rude than savages because they don’t split their heads even if they speak rudely.”

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“Well, is that precious material really here?”

When Fialar asked that question as if suspiciously, Ivan sighed.

“If you’re going to keep talking like that, just go back. It’s not like I force you to go here with me.”

“No, it’s because you’re so confident that it’s such a precious material, so something feels a bit suspicious.”

“Shut up and follow me. It’s a sensitive guy, so if you keep talking, you won’t even be able to see its nose.”

Ivan, who had strongly warned Fialar, bowed his back and looked down at his floor. It wasn’t the type to used stealth. If you look for it, there will definitely be traces.

After searching for three days without saying a word, Ivan was finally able to find a trace. The footprints of a large beast, a broken tree, and golden hairs caught in it.

“Golden fur? What the hell are you tracking?”

“Golden boar.”

“What? Gullinbursti? It’s here?”

Gullinbursti was the golden boar that Frey, the god of Asgard, rode. A mythical spirit creature that can run faster than anything in the water or in the sky.

Of course, that wasn’t what Ivan was aiming for.

“Are you crazy? How do I catch a guy like that? What I’m looking for is a wild boar with golden fur. It has a sturdy hide, but he’s no match for a Gullinbursti.”

In any case, his skin was a very good material for armor. Of course, this is a story if you can hunt it.

“We’ll have to go this way. It seems we’ve slowly found his territory.”

Based on the clues found, it gradually narrows the scope.

There were times when fearless monsters attacked in the middle, but they were both skilled warriors, so they knocked them down without difficulty and went further inside. (dlazarturead(dot)wordpress(dot)com)